3. Lace #3
Tino let out a piercing cry, inhuman and sinister. His tight hole squeezed Oswald’s dick and began sucking. It needed. It craved, and it had been denied for too long.
Oswald gasped, and his hands dug into Tino’s flesh hard enough to bruise.
“Fuuuck!!”
Tino pushed back on raw instinct, but Oswald wouldn’t be able to pull out if he wanted to.
Tino’s rim clamped onto the base of his cock hungrily, and his inner muscles milked and sucked his erection, keeping it lodged inside Tino to the root.
The womb of this human form was tiny and pure, but now it awoke.
The mouth found Oswald’s cockhead by itself and latched onto it.
His demonic tongue rolled out, and Tino shrieked. Shit, he sounded like the basest creature in hell. But he couldn’t help it.
His body took what it wanted. His flesh rippled and undulated, loving the hard dick. Slick oozed out of him, making his ass smack and squelch as it consumed Oswald’s cock.
“What the hell?! Fuck! Fuck!!!” Roaring down the house, Oswald came. Tino’s ass and womb sucked him to completion, drawing his cum out.
The pleasure was devastating. Tino burst into the most violent climax of his life. And he’d been alive for over a thousand years.
His hole pulsated around Oswald’s cock, and Oswald’s seed spurted into his womb.
Oh, he was so happy. So much pleasure, so much joy, so much passion.
And Oswald’s desire filled every nook of his being as his cum filled his core.
Tino felt the thick splashes hitting the walls of his womb while the musk of alpha sweat filled his lungs.
Why was Oswald’s lust a hundred times more satisfying than any other alpha’s?
But now Oswald trembled behind him. Poor man.
With a sigh, Tino shifted, dislodging Oswald’s dick. Then he rolled, catching Oswald in his arms before the man could collapse.
Oswald was panting, his body quivering. His hips jerked with aftershocks.
“Shh. Shh.”
Tino untied the string on the front of his top and exposed his nipples. He guided Oswald’s lips to one.
Oswald wrapped his mouth around the nub but didn’t suck. He shook his head and bit it, tugging on it.
“What’s in your tits?” he asked breathlessly.
“It’s good for you. Drink.”
“Last time…” Yes, last time, Tino used Oswald over and over to the point of exhaustion and nursed him only to keep him going. That had been cruel.
“I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
“Why should I trust you?” Another bite. Painful, but Tino liked it. He pushed his chest out for more.
“You shouldn’t,” he replied truthfully.
With a pained groan, Oswald opened his mouth wide and drew Tino’s pec in. He sucked hard and swallowed, drinking the nectar in long gulps. Tino petted his hair.
“Don’t worry, it’ll give you strength. It might send you into a rut, but I’ll take care of you.”
Arms around Tino’s torso, holding him close, Oswald sucked his tits and licked and bit them. He consumed Tino’s essence, gorging himself on it, and Tino rejoiced.
Oswald Sandoval was now his for the taking whenever Tino wanted.
When his tits began to hurt from the rough sucking, he pushed Oswald onto his back and straddled him. Oswald’s pupils were blown, and his cock was rock-hard, the veins swollen.
Tino took it inside his body and bounced until his womb sank low, and the channel grabbed onto Oswald’s cockhead again. Oswald’s knot grew, locking them in breeding, and Tino threw his head back on a joyous cry.
He rocked and circled his hips while his demonic insides milked Oswald’s knot. Oswald came into his womb three times. His eyeballs rolled into his head the last time, and he howled like a wounded beast.
“Your eyes are red,” he rasped later, gazing at Tino with anger and fear.
“I can close them if it bothers you.”
“No.” He took a deep breath, his chest rising under Tino’s hands. “What are you?”
It was the third time he’d asked.
“Do you need to know?”
“I need to know what you want from me.”
“This. Your lust. Your pleasure. Your dick in my mouth and ass, and your cum up my womb. Don’t worry, I can’t get pregnant.”
“You’re not even in heat.”
“I can make myself go into heat, but you might not survive that.”
Oswald shook his head, scoffing. “How long will you stay this time, huh?”
“Tomorrow is Sunday. Do you want me to still be here when you wake up?”
He seemed to be thinking about it. “I need…some control over what’s happening.”
Tino smiled sweetly. “Rest. When you wake up tomorrow, you’ll have the most obedient omega kneeling by your bed, ready for your command. I’ll serve you for the entire day. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”
With a suspicious frown on his tired face, Oswald squeezed Tino’s ass cheeks. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
A challenge. Tino never backed down from those.
The knot deflated, and Tino kissed his way down Oswald’s chest and to his softening cock. He suckled on it lovingly while Oswald slept. Oswald’s cum in his womb felt like a ball of energy. He’d never felt so satisfied before.
Tonight, he’d only taken what he’d craved. Tomorrow, he’d show his gratitude.